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Family Friend

By: SlightlyDivine



"Hello," I answered my cell phone, pressing it between my cheek and shoulder as a familiar voice greeted me on the other line.

"Jelly Bean!"

I let a small smile slip as I continued to stir my coffee. Hearing my dad use his silly nickname for me (even as I was quickly approaching twenty one in a few weeks) always made me chuckle. 

"Hi dad, what's going on?"

"Not a lot...but you're not gonna believe who called me the other day," my dad exclaimed, seeming more excited than usual. Before I could even guess who, he blurted out, "Seth!"

My eyes widen as I dropped my spoon. I clanked loudly in the sink. I could feel my heart race increasing as I blinked rapidly, trying to process the information my father had just told me. I couldn't help to think back to the last time I had seen Seth Kirkland. I was an awkward, skinny sixteen year old but I had still felt the dull ache in the pit of my stomach as I watched through the thin fabric of my window curtains as Seth drove his old Chevrolet out of sight. Seth had been a friend of my dad's since high school, and after my mom had died when I was six, Seth had moved in to our tiny three-bedroom home. He had made a huge impact on my life, and as I grew from a little girl into a young woman, I realized that I truly cared for Seth as more than just a family friend. 

"Jessie?"

My father's voice snapped me back into the present moment as I braced myself against the kitchen counter. As far as I had known, Seth and my father had spoken only a few times since he had moved out, and had lost contact completely once I was away at college, which had been about four years ago. 

"Wow," I breathed. I couldn't help myself, my shock was only replaced by a flood of feelings I had repressed but had never truly given up. I had had relationships throughout high school and in college, some of them more serious than others, but no boy could really replace or even come close to what I had felt for Seth.

"He's coming to visit for a week or so in about a month-around the time of your birthday in fact. You wouldn't believe how long we were on the pho-,"

"With Jackie?" I questioned, interrupting my father. I swallowed the inevitable lump in my throat as I thought back to Seth's wedding to Jackie shortly after he had moved out of our house. She was a very nice woman, but I couldn't help but to resent her for taking Seth out of my life.

"What? Oh, no Jess...they got divorced about a year ago," my dad replied as I closed my eyes, surprised by how happy hearing that news made me. I felt almost...giddy with excitement.

"I want to come down," I quickly stammered out.

"Well..uh, alright hun..how about next weekend or-,"

"For my birthday," I smiled to myself as I heard my dad pause and then chuckle.

"Well...I can't imagine why you'd want to spend your twenty first birthday with a couple of old fogies, but you know you're always welcome whenever, Jelly Bean."

"Great! See you soon, dad," I sighed as I placed my cell phone on the counter and tried to repress my overwhelming feeling of nervous excitement. 

About a month later, I found myself sitting idle in my father's driveway, clutching the steering wheel as I let out a small breath to try and calm myself. Finally, I gathered up the courage to grab my overnight bag, stuffed with clothing and shoes, and make my way to the door. Even though I had lived in the quaint house for most of my life, I studied the worn wooden door frame as I tapped the door with my knuckles. I heard some shuffling coming from inside as my father gingerly open the door and greeted me with a big grin.

"Jessie!" He exclaimed as I stepped into the doorway and dropped my bag, hugging him. He patted my back with his hand before scanning me over.

"Are you eating enough up there, Jess? You're looking kind of skinny, kid." He quipped as I rolled my eyes. I knew I was a healthy 120 pounds for my 5'4 frame, and he patted my shoulder again saying, "Welcome home."

I stepped past him and scanned the living room, feeling the nervous butterflies in my stomach rising up again as I looked around for Seth. As I opened my mouth slightly to begin to ask my dad, I instead heard my breath slowly being released from my lips as Seth entered the living room from the kitchen. He stopped in the frame of the kitchen doorway, as our eyes met for the first time in four years. Even though Seth was nearly forty five, he had kept fit, and aside from the small lines around his eyes and mouth beginning to form, looked exactly the same as that last day I had laid eyes on him so many years ago. Neither of us blinked for what seemed like an eternity before my dad spoke up.

"You may not believe this Seth, but you're looking at little Jelly Bean Jessie herself," My father chuckled, placing his hand on my shoulder and breaking both Seth and I out of our momentary trance. Seth let a small smile form on his handsome face as he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, something he had always done ever since I had known him. 

"Hello Jessica," He greeted me in the smoothest tone I had ever heard. His voice sparked memories that I had kept for so long in the back of my mind.

"Long time no see," I replied, smiling back at him. I crossed my arms across my chest as we continued to study each other from across the room. I had worn a sundress that clearly showed off my figure, and had my honey colored hair pulled back into a loose bun. Seth wore a casual button down shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His dark brown hair was cut shorter than I had ever remembered it being, and a few gray hairs were beginning to become noticeable at his temples.

"Well let's get these bags back to your room and we'll figure out something for dinner...you do remember which one is yours, Jess?" My father winked as he slung my overnight bag over his shoulder and stepped into the hallway that led back to my old room. 

That night, we order take out from our favorite local Chinese restaurant and sat amongst the scattering of empty cartons talking and laughing about old times as my dad and Seth had a few beers. My dad sat back in his favorite recliner, leaving Seth to sit beside me on the old but comfortable couch. He chuckled after taking a swing of his beer before asking, "Is this the same damn couch?"

My father grinned and nodded replying, "Why get rid of it when it's just getting good and broken into?"

I fingered a hole in one the arms and flipped some of the stuffing at Seth, giggling. He raised an eyebrow at me but grinned back with a thoughtful look.

"Remember all those great nights sleeping on this couch before all of your stuff was moved in?" My dad asked Seth, who rolled his eyes and laughed.

"Oh yeah, I slept on this bad boy for a over a month waiting from my bedroom set to get here...," Seth trailed off momentarily before starting up again, "but I always felt at home here."

I smiled to myself as my dad got out of his chair, picking up the few empty bottles and stretching out slightly.

"Well it's getting pretty late, way past my bed time. I'm heading in," my dad yawned before telling us goodnight. "So you guys in the morning," His voice trailed off as he got further down the hall. I heard his door close with a thud and concentrated momentarily on the silence that had surrounded us. After a moment Seth cleared his throat and took the last swig of his beer, setting it back down on the small coffee table before leaning back onto the couch with his arms behind his head. I studied the muscles in his arms before suddenly speaking without intending too.

"Did you ever think of me?"

The question blared through the stillness of the moment like a marching band, even though I had barely uttered it. Seth turned to me with a look of faint surprise crossing his face as he replied, "Yes Jessie. Of course..," 

I turned to him, sitting cross legged on the couch, our bodies merely inches away from each other. My knee gently brushed up against his thigh and he slowly brought his arms back to his sides and sat up, turning slightly to face me. I scanned his handsome features, feeling my heart pounding in my chest as I bit my lower lip nervously. I felt the inevitable build of emotions taking over me, and I knew that I was about to blurt out all of my secret desires. I also knew I couldn't stop myself even if I had wanted too. I was lost in Seth's flashing brown eyes.

"I thought about you too. A lot...I've never been able to...to even be with another boy without thinking abo-,"

Seth shot up his hands up as if guarding himself from a heavy punch. He shook his head, stopping me in midsentence.

"Wait wait wait...Jessica that isn't what I meant. I've known you since you were a little girl-"

"I'm not a little girl anymore!" I spat out in a mixture of panic and anger. He tried to stand up to begin to leave, but I bounced off of the couch and to my feet quicker, trapping him in between the glass table and couch. He eyed me hard, his gaze giving away his uncertainty.

"Please don't deny me," I whispered, grabbing his arm gently. He didn't budge, but simply let me grip his forearm without hesitation. His mouth parted slightly as we stared at each other again.

"Jess..," He breathed out before we our lips met each other in a crushing blow of a kiss. My head swirled as our arms grasped each other, and Seth pulled me closer to him. Our mouths invaded each other in a roughly exploratory way as Seth swirled his tongue over mine. I let out a soft moan as he broke our contact just as quickly as it had happened. We were both practically panting.

"Yes I thought of you," He sputtered out, gripping my sides, "but this is wrong...you're so young, and I'm your father's best friend."

I still had my arms wrapped around his broad shoulders. I wanted him to kiss me again with that same pent up passion we had both held in for so long.

"You were...are....just as much a part of my life as you are my father's...," I stopped to suck in a breath, unsure if I should say those inevitable words that I had felt for so long. Finally, I exhaled breathing out softly, "and I'm in love with you."

I could feel my heart racing again as the wall within Seth finally broke and his cradled my cheek with one of his hands. He brushed his fingers over my full lips before leaning in to kiss me again. I moved forward and pushed him down gently into a sitting position on the couch. I quickly slide out of my dress and panties, no longer feeling any sort of restraint within myself. Seth unbuttoned his shirt while I crouched down to unbuckle and pull off his jeans and boxers. His thick erection stood upright in front of my face, his precum glistening in the pale light that drifted in from the windows. I dragged my tongue over the tip of his rock hard dick, and felt him shiver underneath me. Before I could wrap my mouth around his cock however, he grabbed my arms and pulled me up to stand before him. I watched his eyes trail over my body in a longing way as he moved his hands from my arms to my hips, running his fingers over my smooth skin. I felt tiny goose bumps tickling my skin as his hands gently rubbed my thighs.

"You are so gorgeous," he breathed out in his low smooth voice. I blushed slightly, and he smiled as we kissed again before I got on my hands and knees beside him on the small couch. He ran his hand down my back as I finally dipped my head down and took his cock in my mouth, letting my tongue slide down his length. He groaned in pleasure as I began to slowly bob my head. His dick head brushed against my throat as I sucked and tongued him. 

"Oh Jessie...baby, that's so good..," He murmured as he thrust into my wanting mouth. He rolled back his head into the couch cushions as he fed me his hard cock with each small thrust, pushing himself further into my mouth each time. I wrapped one of my hands around the base of erection, steadying myself with my other hand as Seth began to rub his own hand over my round ass, dipping his finger over my puckered pink asshole and reaching my wet slit. I moaned softly against his dick as he began to run his fingers up and down my juicy pussy, teasing my clit with his touch. 

"Mmm, so wet," He growled, slipping his finger into my hot hole. I gasped in excited pleasure as he gently bent his finger and rubbed my g-spot. The pressure was so good that I felt like I would cum in a matter of seconds. I slipped my mouth off of Seth's hard cock and quickly straddled his lap. I grabbed his thick erection and steadied it while I pressed my dripping pussy onto him. I slowly slid down on Seth's dick until he was completely inside of me. He gripped my thighs and brushed his lips over mine as I began to bounce up and down on his throbbing member. The pleasure washing over me was indescribable as I slammed myself onto his rock hard rod over and over. I cried out as Seth trailed his mouth down to my small breasts and began to tongue my pouting pink nipples. I knew I was dangerously close to having the hardest orgasm of my life.

Suddenly, Seth scooped me up, his strong arms grasping me as he walked awkwardly over to the nearest side of the room, still buried deep inside of me. He pressed my back against the cold wall, making me gasp as it chilled my flushed skin. My legs were wrapped around his waist as he thrust into me harder and faster, crushing his mouth against mine again. I squeezed my eyes shut and opened my mouth to scream in pleasure, but only a series of moans and gasps escaped me as Seth rocketed his cock in to me deeper and deeper.

"I-I'm cumming!," I wailed as Seth thrust his hips upwards, rubbing my swollen g-spot and panting in heat as his kissed and licked the sensitive skin of my neck and collarbone. I felt my whole body shake as my tight pussy clamped onto Seth's hard cock. My orgasm washed over me like a tsunami as I began squirting. Seth continued to pump into me in long hard strokes as my orgasm convulsed, finally burying himself deep into me and spurting his hot cum into my pulsating pussy. We both groaned and panted, covered in sweat and each other's hot juices. 

Seth kept me propped against the wall and himself inside of me as he affectionately brushed away a few strands of hair from my face. Our breathing began to return to normal as he kissed me again before saying, "I love you too."

His words felt better than the amazing orgasm I had just had, and we both fell asleep that night knowing that after so many years apart, we had finally reunited in the most pleasurable way imaginable.

Family Friend Adventures



Fifteen years I have known this man. How I've enjoyed him over the years. His greetings are always warm and kind. His smile is open and engaging, along with a wonderful intellect. His physique is a sight to behold and time has been kind to him. The years have not erased my desire. It is possible for us to not see each other for months and yet, when we meet, it is as though time has never passed.

I find myself at his house planning a party for a mutual friend. I'm sure this will be as proper as our other encounters. I can't help but hope for something more as I drive to his house. My cell phone rings, jarring me from my wandering mind. I'm not sure which is better, driving and talking or driving and lust dreaming.

"Hello" I answer. My heart races as I hear his voice. He has the power to tingle a girl, even over the phone, truly a bedroom voice. 

"Hey, I'm a bit tied up here at work and will be getting home about 15 minutes later than we'd plan to meet." His bedroom voice makes love to my ear, "Why don't you go through the gate and wait on the patio? The knob for the misters is on the wall near the rose bushes. I'll stop at the store and pick up a steak or two for the grill, you want anything else?" What I want isn't at the grocery store.

"What do you have cold to drink? The steaks sound fine." We sort out the beverages, I ask for soda. After all, we are planning an event – not a lust fest.

I arrive at his house; wander my way around to the back yard. The backyard is nicely landscaped with a couple of shade trees, flowers, and a putting green. I walk around smelling the sweet air next to the flowerbeds. I enjoy the coolness of the shade. A large block fence surrounds his yard and next to a set of French doors is a Jacuzzi. 

I find the knob for the misters and turn on the system. Spying the deck chairs, I then kick off my shoes and power up my laptop. Guess I might as well be productive while I wait. I can still smell the roses and hear the birds in the trees. The mist feels cool on my skin and the sun just kisses the horizon. I settle into one of the lounge chairs on the patio and gaze at the mountains peeking over his fence. It is a good, relaxing moment after a hectic day. In many ways, I appreciate the time to recharge before I'm assaulted by his male sexuality. Fifteen years is a long time to deny attraction. It takes a lot of energy.

I begin to work on the spreadsheet I need to get completed before 8AM. The warmth of the sun lulls me into a lazy dream like state. The mist gives me a bit of reprieve from the heat, but I find my own brand of heat. I began to fantasize.

I've seen him in uniform during his law enforcement career, in hunting duds after a week camping, and in a shirt and tie. The one thing I'd really enjoy seeing him in – his birthday suit – well that's one sight I haven't had the pleasure of. I'm such a sucker for uniforms and, if he's wearing one, I might just loose my self-control. I remember that he has been assigned to office duty. Heaven help me if he comes in wearing a dress shirt and tie. That's my second weaknesses.

I discover my fingers motionless on the keyboard of my laptop. Obviously, what's in my mind is much more entertaining than spreadsheets any day. I'd love to spread his sheets and climb into them. Knowing work is a losing proposition. I put my laptop away. Glancing at my watch, I see I have twenty minutes, hmm, that's enough for me.

I settle into the lounge chair and adjust the back to a reclining position. The sun is in my eyes and I move the chair to a more shaded area of the yard. Today was one of meetings and I dressed in a conservative business suit, but the navy is warm in the sunlight. I still have my secrets though, and there is nothing business like about what can't be seen.

I settle into the lounge chair and the heat between my legs has nothing to do with the warmth of the sun. I close my eyes and begin to visualize my lover as he comes through the door.

He is all that I've remembered. His eyes are bright and he carries the grocery bags with ease. As he sets the groceries onto the kitchen counter, I eagerly eye his tall frame. Already, my womanly fountain begins to flow. I blush at the realization. As he turns, I see he is dressed in a white dress shirt, how it stays so crisp in this heat I don't know, and a navy striped tie. His navy dress slacks are form fitting in the seat and pleated in the front. I itch to cup his masculinity in my hand.

Reaching into the bag, he pulls out a six-pack of my favorite Mexican beer and the limes. He remembers no matter how long it's been. "It's carbonated just like a soda," he wisecracks. I'm reminded of how virile this man is as his muscles ripple under his shirt, reaching for the church key. After opening my beer, slicing the lime, efficiently adding juice and tucking the lime piece into the bottle, I am rewarded for my patience. My fingers graze his as I reach for the bottle. I wonder if he feels the electricity as it passes into my fingers. I take a swallow and let the cold, slightly bitter brew flow down my throat - enjoying the sensation of the cool bottle on my lips. 

I set the beer on the counter and watch him put the steaks in the refrigerator. Shutting the door, he turns to me and slowly unknots his tie. My undoing, watching a man remove his tie completely sends me into fantasy. The way the tie slides through the collar and the sound it makes, watching him unbutton the top button of his collar. My legs quiver, the blood rushes in my ears. I completely miss what he's saying. 

I try to focus on the sound of his voice, but even that has its hazards as I imagine its huskiness in passion. I take another swallow of the brew to cool myself down. Too bad I can't apply the coolness to where I'm really hot.

Thinking I'm on an even keel again, I notice he is still wearing his gun and handcuffs, threaded onto his leather belt. My heart skips a beat as his hands move to his belt buckle.

I startle hearing the birds rushing from the tree at an imagined threat. I am still in the backyard, the air beneath the tree cool. My pussy wet with desire. I discover no threat, and can't imagine what startled the birds, unless I became a bit vocal in my fantasy - always a possibility. Reassured, I return to the rich world in my mind.

"Oh lord, he really isn't," I think as his hands unbuckle his belt. My breathing becomes shallow and he must notice my rapt attention on his every move. Slowly the belt end slides through the buckle and he reaches for his holster. It too travels the length of the belt, making a sliding sound in my ears. I can smell the leather as the two rub together. He removes the gun from the holster, and unloads it. The gun and its ammo safely locked away, he removes his handcuffs from their place. Once again, the smell of leather against leather assaults my nostrils. "Is he going to take the belt off or buckle it?" I wonder. He places the cuffs beside the gun safe, along with his badge.

Reaching for my beer, I feel the coolness against my tongue and the bottle grounds me for the moment. But it is a short moment; the feel of the bottle and having so recently watched him unbuckle his belt causes me to wish for something else. At the thought, my tongue travels the diameter of the bottle, tracing its lip, imagining it is the edge of his dick. It is going to be a long evening as I battle my long-time attraction to this man.

He walks toward me, having completed his evening routine. As he passes by the counter, he picks up his recently discarded tie. I feel my heart catch in my throat as he advances. He moves with such purpose. "Hey, you haven't given me my hug," he said as he nears me. 

Setting the beer down, I approach him for our standard greeting. I wrap my arms around his waist as he wraps his around my shoulders. He is so tall my head clears his chin easily, even in high heels. I smell his spicy aftershave and feel the crisp shirt against my cheek. It is the warmth and firmness of his chest which thrills me. I become aware of a pounding heartbeat. It isn't mine, it's his. 

I feel his hand wrapped in my hair, tipping my head back. As his lips approach mine, a throaty moan escapes. "Let's stop pretending this doesn't exist," he says as his lips claim mine. I try and shake off the image, thinking this has to be yet more of my wild mind, but the sensations won't leave. As his tongue plunges deeply into my mouth, mine greets his with equal measure. My breasts crushed against his chest, I can feel my nipples poking into my suit jacket. My stomach feels the length of his erection pressed against me.

All too soon, his lips part from mine. We both stand there, breathing heavily, eyes locked. Both of us step back at the same moment. Neither of us knows what to say. I reach for my beer, warming on the counter. My legs still quiver from the onslaught of his passion. Perhaps we share this long-time attraction.

Looking at the tie clenched in his fist, I can see the play of emotions across his face. I set my beer down and walk toward him. This attraction has to be dealt with, we need to address it, get passed it. My walk toward him must be his undoing.

In one long stride I am scooped into his arms and we are heading toward the bedroom. Kicking the door open, he deposits me onto the bed, falling on top of me, raw sexuality glittering in his eyes.

"Fifteen years, Little One. Fifteen years," he moans, as his lips possess mine yet again. The liquid passion is ignited in my loins. I feel his strong legs against mine. My stockings rub against his dress slacks. His need is evident in the bulge in his trousers.

Reaching up, I grasp at his hair. My pelvis pushes against him in need. "Little One, are you okay with this?" Here is my opportunity to send him away, to steel myself against his sexuality. His honor and integrity are some of his traits, which so attract me. My head swimming, blood rushing in my ears, I can only nod my consent.

Watching the passion flame higher, he pushes himself away from me. The cold air rushes between us, further proving the heat we hold together. He reaches for me, and pulls me to a standing position. Reaching behind me he slowly unzips my skirt. The sound of the zipper and our breathing are counterpoints in this symphony of attraction. The rustle of the silk as it slides against my undergarments adds another level of stimulation. The skirt puddles at my ankles and I kick it away, still wearing my high heels. 

I fumble at the buttons on his shirt. Why must there be so many and so tiny? As each button is released, my lips meet his flesh. His breath quickens as his hands become still. My lips are trailing ever further down his chest. I pull the crisp shirt from his waistband and roll it off his shoulders.

There we stand at the edge of the bed - him shirtless, me skirtless. He steps back and gazes at me head to toe. "Beautiful" he breathes. I'm not sure if it is me he is referring to, or my cream lace garter belt, stockings, and the cream lace thong underwear.

Some discordant noise filters into my ears. I hear the sound of dogs barking, I find myself lying in a lounge chair, the breeze blowing gently. The dogs are next door, barking at a cat on the fence. Feeling safe, I return to my fantasy world, but first I pull my skirt to my hips and push aside my thong. I find myself wet, wanting and waiting, I return to my lover's mind.

My fingers move to his belt as his move to the buttons of my jacket. Once again, my fingers feel unwieldy as I attempt to unbuckle, unbutton and unzip his pants. I move them past his hips, pausing to feel his firm ass. I've longed to feel it cupped in my hands; it is everything I had hoped it would be. 

His hands have finished with my three buttons and he moves to my shoulders as he pushes the jacket off. It falls to the floor, a commingling of clothing. His hands cup my breasts, thumbs rubbing the soft mound above my bustier. 

There are no words between us as we fall back onto the bed; he pauses to kick his loafers off, bends to remove his socks. Eying the necktie discarded on the bed, he picks it up and eyes my wrists. I scooting back onto the bed I hold my hands out to him. He kisses my wrists, leaving a hot trail that he covers with the necktie. Soon my wrists are bound and tied to the headboard above me.

I in my thong, garter, stockings, bustier and high heels are waiting. He backs away to stand at the foot of the bed, his need tenting his silk boxers. He already shows the stains of his arousal.

I wait for an eternity as he drinks me in with his lust filled eyes. Reaching for my ankle, he removes my shoes one by one. With hands around my ankles, his thumbs make lazy circles around my anklebone. "Little One, your feet are so delicate" and he massages the arches of my tired feet.

He bends over and blows on my ankle, kisses my legs, his hot breath seeping through my stockings. I want to feel his lips against my skin, not through my stockings and I writhe in need. His hot breath and lips move their way up my calves. His strong, muscular hands hold my thighs and I quiver with need.

"Please," I beg wanting feel his hard length against my body. Wanting my emptiness to be filled yet I cannot reach to pull him closer. Desire drives me mad with need. I try to wrap my stocking clad legs around his head to draw him closer. He stills my legs. 

"I have waited for fifteen years, and by god, I am going to take my time," he says with passion before returning to my knees.

My pussy is dripping and I can feel it swell. The picture it must make for him as he makes his way toward my thighs. Surely he knows my need. He must be able to smell my wet heat. Please fill me, release me, I beg silently.

My first skin-to-skin encounter is when his lips reach the bare thigh at the top of my stockings. His breath is heavy as he runs his tongue along the inside of my thigh. His hands hold my hips prisoner. I am unable to move. I can only moan in ecstasy or in the torture of denial.

Slowly, he licks and nibbles his way to my sweet spot. He reaches a finger into the waist of my thong and pulls them off. He takes the time to smell my wet heat that clings to them. I want to take his engorged member into my hand, into my mouth. He marvels at my secret woman spot and settles into the space between my legs.

I feel his breath upon my clit and he begins stroking that sensitive spot along my thigh – near enough to tease, not near enough to please. "Tell me. Little One, tell me what you want." He stares into my eyes; his being as lustful as mine. He allows me time to spiral downward and my breathing eases. I become aware of him, his raw power.

"Lick my clit, suck on it, tease me, make me yours, please," Release cannot come soon enough. He smiles and lifts my trembling legs over his shoulders. His hands support my ass, fingers kneading. The time between pleas and his lips upon my woman's lips is too long.

My lover begins to suckle my wetness, lapping the wet juices that have dripped down my ass. His tongue leaves a trail of fire from my backdoor to my gates of heaven. Still, he has only teased my pleasure center. The man knows the fine science of expectation.

I jump as his tongue finally makes contact with my pleasure center. I can feel my wetness flowing even more so now. His tongue traces lazy circles around my clit. I can feel it swell and grow. I am spiraling ever upward, waiting for the stars. I close my eyes and lose myself in his ministrations.

I'm closer to my release and he knows. He switches from the exquisite attention he's paying to my clit to my belly. He's found a place on my hip to suck and bite. His hands still holding my ass, "Please, let me come," I beg. I've waited fifteen years. I'm tired of waiting.

His mouth returns to my clit, but now his fingers find their way into my cum box, gently teasing. He massages my G spot while sucking on my clit. I am undone. My hips push into his lips, my thighs begin to quiver and I know my sweet release is not far behind.

Once again, my lover leaves me wanting. His sweet lips move to my belly while his fingers continue their G spot dance. His thumb moves to my clit, Looking into my eyes, "Now, Little one. Come for me now," he says. His eyes hold my gaze as I spiral ever closer. 

My hips begin a dance of their own. He never falters, yet I know his need is as great as mine. I close my eyes as I feel the tension build. My cunt swells and tightens around his fingers. My thigh muscles begin to tremble. My eyes shut and darkness surrounds me. I forget to breathe as my orgasm draws still closer.

He allows me my sweet release. I scream and moan. I cry and I shudder. My love box flows over his hand. He watches and teases me upward, one shuddering climax after another. "Please, let me come down," I beg.

He falls onto my body, his lips claiming me. Finally, I feel his weight upon me and I reach to pull him even closer. I find that somehow, during my climax my hands have been freed. The necktie attached to one wrist. Dare I hope that his manhood will fill me at last?

As my breathing settles and my senses fill with the essence of this man, I hear the noises of dogs and birds. I am jarred into reality. I look up into the green leaves and feel the breeze upon my heated skin. After adjusting my panties and skirt, I think about returning to my fantasy. Some things must be finished, especially a good fantasy.

Resettling on the lounge chair, I travel into my lover's mind. I don't get far before a sound intrudes into my reverie. I hear the opening of French doors.

My long-time friend approaches. He is wearing a crisp white shirt, dark blue trousers and a navy striped tie. "I bought your favorite beer and a couple of limes. I hope that's okay."



Family Friend Becomes More



Okay, first of all I'd like to explain that I prefer not to get too caught-up in detailed descriptions – particularly things that the characters wouldn't know. But it should go without saying that all characters are at least 18 years old.

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I was on winter break and loving it. Or at least I had been. Staring out the side window of our SUV I was dreading what would no doubt be another awkward and tedious visit with my parent's best friends, the Petersons. My dad and Jim Peterson go way back, before I was ever born. They've worked together for almost as long.

Jim and his wife, Karen, have two daughters. Jamie, who is only a few months younger than I am, is an absolute knockout. Even though we've gone to the same schools since the 6th grade, we've never really hung out since she and I ran with different crowds. But that didn't keep me from noticing what a hottie Jamie is. She's a tall, leggy brunette, and plays basketball on our school's team. Her body is perfect: firm and lean. And do her outfits ever make that obvious! As if that isn't enough, she has beautiful brown eyes and the prettiest face I've ever seen.

Jamie's younger sister Cassy is another matter. She's a little blond chatterbox, around my height (although she must be two or three years younger). It seems that most of the time she wears round, gold, wire-frame glasses over her brown eyes. Despite Cassy's nerdy appearance, pretty much everything she says reveals that she is a total ditz. Just being in the same room with her can be unbearable. Not only that, but she didn't appear to have much a body to speak of. It was hard to tell, though, because whenever I saw her during my family's occasional visits she was dressed modestly and spent of most of time in the rec-room.

As we turned off into their neighborhood I tried to be optimistic. It was only one evening. But then again we were invited to dinner, which could easily last all evening with table talk. Jamie should be there. Maybe she would even greet us all with hugs like last time. Just the vivid memory of holding her body against mine for that fleeting moment had inspired my masturbation for the next couple of days.

Before I knew it we were parking in the looped driveway in front of the Petersons' giant house, atop the largest hill of our small suburban city. We let ourselves in the side door, since they were expecting us. As we walked into the kitchen Jim and Karen greeted my dad and mom. Meanwhile I spotted Cassy standing behind them, looking fidgety.

"Hi, Cassy." I began.

"Hi-uh." She replied after a slight hesitation, probably expecting me to ignore her as I usually do.

"So, you're on break too?"

"Yep."

"Have you been enjoyed it so far?" I pursued.

"Oh yeah, it's great! I get spend lot's of time with my girlfriends and don't have to go to all those stupid, boring classes." She gleefully replied.

"Hmm, with your girlfriends." I teased.

"Gawd, I mean just us girls. Geeze." She muttered irritably.

With a grin I walked down the hall to use the bathroom. She was gone when I returned. Great, I thought, now what the hell was there to do? My mom was helping Karen prepare dinner and my dad was sitting on the couch talking to Jim about work with the TV muted in the background. I apparently was the only one who would have liked to watch it. So I decided to quietly wander off.

Turning the corner I began climbing the curved staircase. As I approached the top I could hear a TV in the rec-room. Following my ears I found Cassy sitting on the light-gray loveseat, watching "The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air." I made eye-contact with her as I entered the room, then took a seat beside her.

"Hey Cassy, where's Jamie?"

"Jamie's still at school. She said she had some stuff she needed to take care of, but I think she just stayed to party."

"Oh. So, what are you watching?"

"Fresh Prince. Why, are you going to make fun of me again?"

"What? No, I wasn't trying to make fun of you before. I was just surprised that you aren't going out places with guys yet."

"Well, sometimes a couple guy-friends will come with us, but you know how high school guys can be. They're so, like, immature sometimes."

"Yeah, I see what you mean." I said, turning my entire body to face her and leaning in almost imperceptibly. "Every time I'm here you look more grown-up than before."

"Aw." She drew out the sound. "Thank you so much." A subtle blush and quick batting of the eyelids confirmed her sincerity.

I found Cassy's body language encouraging, and was surprised how pleasant she was to talk to. Most high school girls have a special respect for guys that are just a few years older, and I was definitely experiencing it. I continued to speak.

"Pretty soon the guys will be all over you."

"I guess so."

"You don't sound too excited about it."

"I just don't know if I'm ready for that."

"Because you're… uh … inexperienced?"

She squirmed in her seat but said nothing.

"Oh, I'm sorry. If you're uncomfortable talking about it, I understand."

"No, it's okay. There are, like, some things I don't know."

"Alright. You can ask me some questions if you want to."

"What will it feel like?" She reluctantly began.

"At first it's going to be a little unpleasant. You see," I was searching for the most delicate way to explain it to Cassy in terms I knew she would understand. "There's this… material… inside you that a guy will have to push his penis through the first time you make love. If he's gentle and takes his time it won't be so bad. After that it should be wonderful: the most exciting and pleasurable thing you ever do."

"How will I know when I'm ready?"

"Trust me, you'll know when it's time. You will be alone with someone you've known for a long time. Your conversation will naturally become more intimate. You may notice yourself breathing deeply and blushing."

Her entire face was now slightly flushed, and she trembled as each breath was slowly taken. Unable to restrain my passion, I leaned in further and pressed my lips against Cassy's. I could see the surprise in her eyes. But she apparently was as excited by our talk as I was, because she continued to kiss me. My hands slid from her back to her waist. As I prepared to lift her sweatshirt, Cassy pulled away.

"What if they come up here!? I'll lock the door."

Now standing, we began to kiss again. I started sliding my tongue into her mouth, and after a moment she did the same into mine. Mine rubbed over hers. Hers dragged over mine. Back and forth, and all around our mouths they went. I decided it was time to proceed. I stepped back, taking the bottom of her sweatshirt in my hands and pulling it off over her head. Inside her little bra were Cassy's young, pert, still blossoming breasts.

"Oh, Cassy. Your breasts are beautiful." I offered, while she was still fixing her hair. "You can go ahead and take off my shirt."

"Thanks." She replied while eagerly obliging.

Before I knew it I was in only my boxers, taking in the sight of Cassy in matching white bra and panties. Kicking her crumpled pair of jeans aside I stepped closer, allowing her to embrace me. Reaching around, I unhooked her bra and dropped it on the floor. Instead of caressing her soft young body I started planting kisses down her neck, starting behind the ear. After making my way to her shoulders Cassy pulled away.

"I think I'm ready." She whispered.

"Great. I'll be gentle." I tenderly reassured her.

First dropping my boxers to the floor, I laid her back onto the sofa and slid her panties off. I leaned over, giving Cassy deep, lusty kisses to help her relax. As my firm manhood parted her warm, moist slit she threw her head back with eyes firmly shut. Slowly I entered her, lowering my head to hers as I noticed her tearful eyes.

"I had never realized how desperately I need this until now." I tried to comfort her. "Are you ready?"

"Uh huh." She strained to answer.

I worked up a slow rhythm of thrusts. At first Cassy banged her fists against the cushions. Then she grabbed two handfuls of them. I offered her my hands, which Cassy grasped tightly as I made love to her with even greater gusto. Carefully I maintained pace until her orgasmic massages brought me to the edge. I quickly withdrew and sprayed her belly.

Winded, I asked, "How did you like it?"

"You were right. That was amazing." She hesitated. "But…"

"But?"

"But are we going to see each other again? I mean now that we've done this, do you still want me?"

"Of course. I want to be with you more than ever. We just need to think of a way to let our parents know how we feel about each other."

"Oh my God! Our parents! We'd better get down to dinner now."

"Tell our parents? No way!" I thought to myself. "Besides, there's no way it could work out. We live so far apart." We both hastily redressed. Taking turns in the bathroom we both tried to wash away the scent of our passionate act with a couple splashes of sink water, and joined our families at the table.



Family Friend Ch. 01



Hope you enjoy the story and hope to hear what you thought.

This story is about a guy called jack who finally got his first taste of a woman at the age of 22, and with a woman 25 years is senior.

Let me start by saying that it is a mystery how someone as good looking as me is still a virgin at 22. That might sound a little arrogant, but its the truth and I am told this on a regular basis by many women, not just by me mother. For some reason, I have gained this reputation for being some kind of Casanova with the ladies and I don't think any one would believe the truth about my virginity. My main problem is that I don't think I will be able to measure up in the bedroom department and this fear is not helped by the fact that I think I'm a little small downstairs at just under 6 inches.

Every year I would tell myself that this would be my year and I would finally pluck up the courage and just go for it. At this point, I didn't even care with whom, I just wanted to be able to experience what it felt like to be with a woman.

I knew I had the house to myself  for the weekend, cause my parents were still away on holiday, so this was my perfect opportunity to just go out with my friends to a club, get drunk and find someone to bring home and just get it over with. I know it sounds romantic, but I really don't care anymore.

Once at the club, we started hitting back the tequilas like there was no tomorrow, In my case it was for courage. After about an hour I’d had enough drink to loosen myself up and was ready to show my moves on the dance floor. Straight away this cute little brunette caught my eye and we hooked up right there in a scene which resembled the one in Dirty Dancing, this however was much more steamier. This girl was all over me, she was like an untamed tiger clawing at her prey. I thought she was going to rape me right there on the dance floor. “Lets go to the bathroom”, she shouted in my ear.
You don't have to tell me twice, its finally going to happen I was thinking.

As we made our way through the packed club, I’d just realised that I hadn't brought the condoms with me. Maybe she wouldn't care, she was too out of it to even know.
After what seemed like an eternity, we finally made our way to the ladies bathroom, she leading me into the nearest un used cubicle, looking the door firmly shut behind us. We started kissing wildly, her hands immediately going for my belt buckle as my hands grabbed her ass pulling her firmly to my fully erect waiting cock. My belt was off in a second, followed by her hand inside my pants. This was it, would she be disgusted by my small size I was thinking. Finally she grasped it and let out a mmm sound which really boosted my confidence. Maybe I wasn't as small as I thought, she seemed to be enjoying herself as she jacked me off, still kissing me, but her lips were now firmly planted on my neck. I was really getting into this and knew I was about to fuck this wild woman, when I heard the music go off in the club and voices yelling outside the cubicle.

“Police, open the door now”. Fuck I thought, what the hell is going on. I had the police screaming outside the door and this girl was still nibbling away at my neck with her hand still firmly around my cock. I pushed her away and pulled my pants back up, trying to get composed and ready to face the cops. As soon as we stepped out from the cubicle we were frisked by the cops and searched for drugs. I wasn't worried cause I knew I was clean, I never touch the stuff, well, I did smoke pot back in summer camp, but that was a long time ago. I was clean, but the girl I was with wasn’t. She had a bag full of pills with her, probably ecstasy, and she was taken away by the cops. No wonder why she was acting like a wild woman, she had been drugged up to the max.

Just my luck, just when I was about to finally get somewhere with a girl and this happens, what are the fucking odds ? I was totally gutted and felt pretty pissed on the way back to my empty house where I would spend the night all alone.

Arriving at the driveway to the house, I saw lights on in the lounge, which was strange because my parents were not due back for another 2 days. I walked through the front door a little cautious, “mum, is that you ?”. No reply, but I heard a crying sound coming from the kitchen. “Who’s there”, I shouted as I entered the kitchen. 

Sitting at the kitchen table crying away was Fiona, a friend of my mother’s. “Fiona, what’s the matter”, I said, as I sat down beside her. “I’m sorry Jack, I used the key under the doormat to let myself in, I didn’t think there would be anyone in, I just wanted to be alone away from everything”.

“But why are you crying Fiona, what's happened ?” I really hated seeing this woman crying, she was one of the nicest people you could ever meet and we had always been very close. “Jack, you don't want to hear a stupid old woman’s problems, you should be out enjoying yourself”. I put my arm on her shoulder and told her, “firstly, don't ever think that your stupid and secondly you are definitely not old”. That last word got a little smile from her. “Thank you Jack , you have always been a sweet talker and you know how make a woman feel special”

“So are you going to tell me what it is that has upset you ?” “Its pretty stupid, but the reason I was so upset is because I was supposed to meet this guy for dinner at Salvo’s and the jerk didn’t show up and couldn’t even be bothered to ring me to let me know. So I came here to get a drink, since I drank my last bottle of vodka last night”.

She certainly did like to drink her Vodka. I knew this from looking at the half empty bottle on the kitchen table.

“Fiona, I’m sorry to hear that you got stood up. The guy is obviously a fucking twat to do that to such a sweet lady like you”. She returned my compliment by moving closer to me and kissed me softly on the cheek, leaving her lips touching my skin longer than a usual friendly kiss should. I figured it was just the amount of drink that she had consumed and didn’t think much of it.

“I think I should make you a coffee so you can sober up before you go back home”, I said as I rose to go to the kitchen sink. I must admit, Fiona did look different in some way tonight and you could even say she looked sexy. Id never really thought about Fiona in a sexual way before tonight, but with the amount of tequilas I’d had and the fact that I was still feeling horny from earlier on, she was looking sexier by the minute, even if she was 47 years old, the same age as my mother.

If I were to describe her, I would say she was quite pretty, short blonde hair, blue eyes, petit body with small breasts but overall very good for her age. This particular evening she was wearing a short black skirt and a white blouse which did nothing for her figure.

Turning around to ask her if she took sugar, I was slightly shocked to see that she had moved from the chair and was now sitting on the table with a seductive look on her face. “Jack, can you come over here please”. I thought for a second and went over to her. She got off the table as I approached her and met me half way, our eyes never leaving each other. We both knew what was going to happen, and we both wanted it to as we embraced each other passionately with our first of many kisses.

She smelled so sweet and tasted even better, just like a vintage wine that has matured over the years. Her hands were running through my hair as our tongues continued to play with each other, my own hands now resting firmly on her petit behind. 

I broke our embrace and lifted her onto the table, positioning myself closer to her in between her legs which were now hanging either side of me. I was now in control of the situation and she realised this, which I believe turned her on even more. Her hard nipples that were piercing through her blouse were evidence of this and her lust could not be denied.

Seeing this older sexy woman in this position before me obviously had an effect on me and I don’t know what came over me but I had the urge to rip her blouse open, the buttons flying across the kitchen. She looked shocked by my action and her breathing increased slightly, but I saw the look in her eyes that told me she liked it.

She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath and her bare breasts were now in full view to my adoring eyes. They might have been quite small, but her nipples were the biggest protruding things you could ever imagine. I placed both hands on each breast and massaged her nipples with my thumb, back and forth, hardening even more to my touch. She arched her head back and sighed deeply, encouraging me to continue, but this time replacing my hands with my lips. I lay kisses around her nipples , going from breast to breast, listening to her very soft moans which turned to a groan as I sucked on her nipple. I continued milking on these beautiful things, adding a few playful bites in, which seemed to do the trick because she wrapped both hands around my neck, forcing me to carry on.

“Jack, I cant wait any longer, I need you to fuck me right now”. That was all I needed to hear. I Stepped back from her and started unbuckling my belt as fast as I possible could as she fumbled with the buttons on my shirt. My pants were around my ankles, my shirt was open and we were both pulling down her skirt and panties. This was it, I climbed onto the table, positioning myself over her naked, waiting body as she grasped a hold of my cock and guided me into my first pussy. I thought jacking off was the best feeling you could ever experience, boy was I wrong, this was amazing. Each thrust into her made us both moan in pleasure, I wanted to last a long time, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to control myself. Fiona had now wrapped both her legs around me and I was about to cum, so I started fucking her harder than before. I could tell by her moans that she was having an orgasm, or I hoped she was, and that's when I started to cum, shooting deep inside her warm body, continuing to thrust into her until I shot my last load of cum.

We both laid entwined together on top of the table until our breathing returned back to it’s normal state. “I’m sorry Fiona that I didn’t last long, its just that you made me so excited I couldn't control myself any longer”.
“What are you saying sorry for Jack ? That was the best sexual encounter of my life, Know one as ever made me cum as hard as that before. And besides, this is only the beginning for us”.

I couldn’t believe my luck, she wanted us to have sex again. Maybe next time I will receive my first blowjob.......................



Family Friend Ch. 01



Family Friend -- Paul's Story

Let me see where to start. I guess I will start with describing my beautiful wife. Cindy is in her late 40's, about 5'8", a bit heavy (but Dr. Adkins and us are working on it!), and with the most fantastic breasts around. Gravity has had little effect, her nipples stand out just right and are delicious to the touch. Anyway, we have a family friend of many years that we have gotten very close with. David lives up north about 2 hours away but he will sometimes come down and spend the weekend to visit. There has never been anything sexual and he stays in the guest room when he is down. Here is the story of what happened a couple of weekends ago.

David had to work Saturday morning but had told us that he was planning on coming down later that evening. I thought we could watch a movie but I also turned on the spa so it would be nice and warm. David showed up around 5 and we met him at the door. I welcomed him in and shook his hand. Cindy gave me a glance and then reached around David and gave him a quick kiss. David looked a bit surprised but certainly didn't resist and hugged her back. We then went in the living room to catch up. I got us a round of drinks and settled in to talk and watch whatever was playing on the big screen. David was in the side chair and Cindy and I were on the couch.

Cindy was a bit more flirty than usual. It wasn't so much that she was wearing anything sexy, just a t-shirt and shorts, but it was more in her laughing at the jokes and having more eye contact than normal. She isn't much of a drinker so I was making her rum and cokes pretty weak like she likes them. I guess that and the good company just made her relax and settle in close beside me. I had my arm around her and was gently rubbing her left breast without any objection.

I don't remember who brought up the point that the spa was hot and ready to be used. Maybe we all thought of it together but it certainly beckoned us to go out there. We had been skinny dipping many times so we as we stepped out of our clothes on the back porch, it wasn't a big deal. As we settled into the warm water, we relished the quiet peaceful time with not much more than the starlight and a full moon to light the night. David sat across from us with Cindy snuggled into me on my right. In fact, for the first time tonight, our voices fell silent as we just enjoyed the water, the bubbles and the evening.

Not sure how long it was but I started to rub Cindy's shoulders. She immediately picked up on that as one of her favorite things. To put herself in a better position, she moved in front of me and sat on my lap. Her legs stretched out and she asked David if it was ok to rest them on his lap. David was pretty mellow at that time too and just smiled and said it was just fine. I moved my fingers around her neck and across her shoulders, massaging out the kinks from the hectic week. I noticed that David had also decided to help and was rubbing her feet and ankles. I swear Cindy was purring and just seemed in heaven.

David and I continued to massage Cindy, I on her upper body and David concentrating on her legs. David was very much the gentleman and was only rubbing up to her mid-thighs. Even with only the moon to light the spa, he could see her trimmed pubes but didn't venture too close so as not to break the mood. I, on the other hand, found my fingers circling around Cindy's breasts and nipples, playing with them as they firmed up nicely in my palms. Cindy was not totally innocent either as I saw her feet playing with David's crotch and had obviously found what they were looking for.

Ok, all good things must come to an end and I was getting pretty tired. I pulled Cindy up and gave her a deep kiss and told her how much I loved her. I asked her if she was ready to go to bed and to wish David good night. She moved over to him, sat on his lap, put her arms around his neck and said she wanted to thank him for such a relaxing night. I sat there watching as my best friend and my wife, both naked, enjoyed a deep kiss that seemed to last and last. Finally they broke and my wife looked over at me and said, "Honey, you have got to take me to bed, now!" I wasn't going to argue so we got out, dried off and headed off to our bedrooms.

Once in bed, Cindy said she needed to be fucked, right now. I have not seen her this active before but I was pretty excited too. Now was not the time for foreplay as when I touched her vagina, it almost gushed out at me. I was hard as a rock and so entered her quickly and deeply. As we rocked back and forth, she kissed me hard and started coming very quickly. I soon followed and unloaded several bursts far up inside. Our intensity squelched, we held each other tightly as we regained our breath.

As we lied in bed in our afterglow, I asked her if she enjoyed the evening. She laughed and told me it should be obvious. Most of the night, I had sensed a turning point in our lives and decided that the time was right to see if I was correct. I told her that I had seen her playing with David's cock in the water and that she probably had left him pretty high and dry. We had disappeared pretty fast from the spa and I thought she might like to see if he had everything he needed for the night. Cindy looked over at me and chuckled that we did leave pretty quickly. She had set the guest room up before he got here but it did seem a bit rude to disappear with not so much as a goodnight. I told her to go ahead and make sure things were ok with David. She got up, put on her light robe and went down the hall to the guest room. The rum had caught up to me and I rolled over to catch a couple winks before she got back.

I woke the next morning to a beautiful sunshiny day. Cindy looked wonderful lying beside me and I felt great. As I gave her a good morning kiss, she woke up and smiled at me. I apologized for falling asleep on her but she stopped me. She then told me that she had not been back long herself. It seems that when she had gone to David's room to tell him good night, David was already in bed. She asked if it was ok to come in but when she did, she noticed right away that the covers had a pretty obvious tent right about his hips. It was obvious that he had been excited also about the earlier events and had been masturbating. She went over to his side with the intention of just giving him a good night kiss. As she bent down, her robe fell open and he reached for her breast to caress it. His hand felt so good so she didn't make him stop and kissed him a bit harder. Finally, she broke away and said that she couldn't do this. She didn't want sex to come between our friendship. David was obviously disappointed but suggested that if she could help him get a release, she could lie with him a few minutes and he could sleep much better. He kissed her again and Cindy crawled in beside him. As they hugged, Cindy felt his hard cock press against her. While it was in no danger of entering her, she could feel his heat and pulsing energy. In only a couple of minutes, she sensed his urgency and he held her tight as he unloaded a powerful load of semen between their bellies. She drifted off to sleep and woke up just as the first cracks of light came across the horizon. Cindy slipped out of David's bed, put on her robe and came back to our bed.

As I reached over to kiss her again, I saw that her stomach was covered with his sticky remains. I again told her how much I loved her and that I thought she had done the sweetest thing for our friend. 

Family Friend -- Cindy's Story

David sent me an email that he was painting his apartment this weekend and asked if we could come up and help. It's not a big place, only one bedroom, but it gets us out of town and my husband Paul and I certainly like to help our friend out when we can. Anyway, I checked with Paul but he was on-call from work and cannot leave town in case something were to come up. He told me that if I wanted to go, that would be fine as we didn't have anything else planned for the weekend. With that, I emailed David back that I would be up first thing Saturday.

Friday night Paul decided to treat me to a dinner out. I dressed up pretty sexy (for me at least) in a flowing skirt and light top. I wore a new set of Victoria Secrets I just got that seemed to hold everything just right but reminded him just enough of what the secrets were. We had a good time. When we got home, Paul made us some drinks and we lied on the couch and watched a movie. Well, we actually didn't watch much of the movie as it seems both of us had other ideas. I'm a sucker for when he puts his arms around me to just melt. I seem to have a direct electrical connection or something between my tits and my control -- as in he plays with me and I loose the control. His touches became larger and his kisses removed whatever hindrances were left. As he moved down between my legs, I felt his tongue flick gently on my pussy. I locked my legs around his ears and pulled him deeper to me. It felt so good as I had the first of several orgasms that night. God, that man can eat me good!

Once I calmed down from his most excellent licking, I pulled him up to me so I could put his cock where his mouth was. His hard shaft entered me as I locked my lips hard on his. I could taste my own juices on his tongue and it only made me hotter. I loved the pressure of his body on mine as he stroked in and out. Soon, I felt him tense up and I knew he was close. I tightened up and put as much pressure on his cock as I could and then felt him explode. I was right there with him as we came together. We held each other in our arms as the pulses calmed down and he became soft within me.

I asked Paul what got him so going tonight. He said he enjoyed our night out and since I was going to be gone for the rest of the weekend, he wanted to end the evening the best way possible. He reached over and tickled my nipple so I had to stop him or we would never get to sleep. I asked him if he was concerned about me going to our friend's house this weekend. He said that we have known David for a long time and he didn't feel any problems. He said that he loved me very much and knew that I did him too. It had excited him when I told him what happened the other night when David had come to our house. Paul told me that as far as he was concerned, if I wanted to extend our friendship to the next level, it was up to me and was ok with him. I reached over, kissed him goodnight and fell asleep with my wonderful husband's arms tight around me.

I got up early on Saturday and packed a few things for the trip up north. It is only about 2 hours away but I figured that we would need most of the weekend to get the painting done. Before I left, I snuggled into my sleeping husband to let him know I was going. Paul woke up long enough to wish me a safe trip and to enjoy myself. I said that painting was so much fun. He smiled and said, "yep, that was what I was talking about". I grinned.

The trip was indeed uneventful. I arrived about 9am after stopping by the donut shop for some coffee and pastries. I knocked on David's door and heard the radio playing in the background. David came to the door and had obviously started without me. He had on a pair of jean shorts, tennis shoes, and a white ballcap but had already had several splatters of paint on his chest. I came in, give him a welcome kiss and sat down as we enjoyed the coffee and donuts. When we finished, I asked him if he had an old shirt I could borrow that I could paint in. He gave me one and I went into the bathroom to change. The shirt was a bit big and hung down on me like a dress. I decided to be a bit mischievous and took off everything except the shirt and a pair of panties. When I came out, he remarked on my lack of clothing and I reminded him of how many times we had skinny dipped and to just concentrate on the painting.

And concentrate we did. We got several rooms done and before we knew it, it was dark and we were hungry. We decided that we had accomplished quite a bit and we could easily finish up the next morning. I started cleaning up the brushes and he took the first shower. I finished up the equipment just as he came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around him. I told him to order a pizza and it that it was my turn to get the paint off my body. The hot water felt great and I soon felt refreshed. I picked out a short light pink camisole and a pair of matching panties. They weren't fully see-thru but you could certainly tell there was a woman underneath. I brushed my hair one more time and came out into the living room to see if the pizza was here.

Yep, it was here alright. In fact, it had just been delivered and the nice young man giving change to David zeroed right in on my entrance. I smiled at him and walked over to take the pizzas and get them ready. He stammered a bit and wished us a very good night. I kept a straight face until the minute he left and then totally lost it. David said I was so bad and if I had seen the look on that young man's face when he saw what I was, or wasn't, wearing. We laughed and sat down to eat our pizza. Afterwards, I put the remaining slices away in the fridge and we turned on the TV and found an old John Wayne movie. I sat next to David and he put his arms around me. It felt nice.

It was nice and relaxing sitting there watching the movie so when his hands started to rub my arms and then my neck and chest, I really didn't notice. I guess that gave him the confidence tho as soon he was squeezing my breasts thru the camisole. I put my hands on his to let him know that it was ok and I in turn started to run my hands on his chest. I looked up at David and said, "Friends?". He said, "always." I sat up a moment and removed my top. I then reached over, put my arms around him and I told him that I didn't want to mess anything up but that I really would like to have sex with him. The candor took him a bit back but I certainly didn't hear any objection.

We then went back to his bedroom where we had the most fantastic sex I have had in a long time. From the moment he pulled down my panties, to the last thrust of his orgasm, I was on-fire. His cock felt so good in my hand, my mouth and my pussy. His lips touched every part of my body. My pussy was full of his hot sperm and my lips lush with his kisses. When we were finished, we fell asleep exhausted in each other's arms.

I woke the next morning with David sucking gently at my breast. There goes that conduit again and soon we were fucking like first dates. At last, our desires satisfied, we got up get some breakfast and finished the painting. Before leaving, I called Paul to let him know I was coming home. He asked how the trip had gone and I told him fantastic. He asked if I had slept with David and I told him it had been wonderful. I promised to tell him everything when I got back home and that I loved him more than ever for letting me have my time.

As I was kissing David goodbye, he thanked me for all the help and for such a good time. I told him the pleasure was all mine and that I looked forward to doing it again someday. He squeezed my butt as I turned to my car and head back down to the most terrific husband in the world.



Family Friend Ch. 02



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This is the second part of the story about Jack and his first time with a woman. It continues straight from where the last one ended, with both Jack and Fiona getting dressed in the kitchen.

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I couldn’t believe that I had just fucked Fiona on my parents kitchen table. If my mom ever found out she would go crazy with me and would probably never talk to Fiona ever again. I knew it was wrong what had just happened, but it certainly didn’t feel wrong while we were doing it. Something which was as pleasurable as that couldn’t possible be wrong, well that's what I was telling myself.

As I was pulling up my trousers, I watched Fiona getting dressed, trying to fix her ripped blouse to no avail. “I think maybe you should borrow one of my mom’s tops, that one is no use to you anymore”. I love stating the obvious. “I think your right Jack, I’ll just go upstairs to your mother’s room and help myself”

She kissed me softly on my cheek as she walked passed me, leaving me to stare at her cute little ass strolling away and trying to control the reaction in my pants. I had just had my first taste of a woman a mere 10 minutes ago and I was already hard for her again. I knew I had to act on this impulse now and decided to follow her upstairs to give her an helping hand.

Leaving my shirt on the kitchen floor, I made my way quietly to the top of the stairs and entered my parents bedroom. At first I couldn’t see her, but then I heard her say,  “You took your time didn’t you”. I turned around and Fiona was backed up against the door and was wearing a nightgown, which I presumed was my mothers. 

She looked so sexy standing there in that seductive black silk nightie, that barely covered her ass cheeks. “What’s that you’ve got for me”?, she purred, referring to the bulge in my pants that was straining to be released. I smiled in an arrogant way, made my way to the bed, sat down on the edge facing to her and said, “Why don’t you bring your sexy ass over here and find out”. She was loving the way I was speaking to her, because she slid down to her knee’s and crawled over to me slowly and seductively. reaching me she started rubbing her face against my legs just like a cat would do. She moved to my lap and started massaging my hardness through my pants as she began undoing my pants. I lifted my self up slightly, making it easier for her to slide my pants off and I could feel my cock spring free as they fell to the floor.

“Mmm, looks good enough to eat”, she said as she held it with her right hand and cupped my balls with her other, I let out a gasp as she squeezed a little harder around my shaft, cutting the blood from flowing freely. I could see her lick her lips, which all of a sudden looked more sexy than before and without warning took all of me into her mouth. I shuddered, and leaned back a little using my hands to support me as I arched my head back, taking in the intense pleasure’s this woman was giving me. Her mouth was so warm and she expertly was sucking on me, just like a porn star would in a movie.

That’s when I thought about something I had always wanted to try, 69. It took a lot of strength for me to tell her to stop sucking me off, but I barely managed it. She had a puzzled look on her face as she watched me lie back on the bed. “Fiona, I want you to bring that sweet pussy of yours over to me so I can return the pleasure your giving me” Her little sexy face let up when she realised what I wanted to do and quickly rose to her feet and climbed over to me. She was about to take her night gown off, but I stopped her. “No, I want you to leave it on sweetie”.

She positioned her pussy over my waiting face and eased herself down onto my eager mouth. The smell was the first thing to hit me, it was a strong odour which I would say isn’t sweet smelling but definitely wasn’t bad. This was the first pussy that I had ever tasted and I have got to admit that I liked it a lot and my tongue was just lapping up her juices which were flowing already.

She was wriggling over my face with some pace, and her moans were getting really loud. I was worried that the neighbours would hear us, but my worries disappeared immediately when I felt my hard cock being engulfed by Fiona’s hungry mouth.
I had by this time both my hands on her sweet little ass and I was massaging both cheeks under her nightgown, squeezing at them harder each time I felt my cock going into Fiona’s throat. We were going at it with such pace that we ended up turning over, with me on top of her, which seemed to give my cock easier access to slip deeper down her throat. As I was nearing my climax, I lifted my head from her pussy and told her I was about to cum, I don't know if she didn’t hear me or she just didn’t care because she started sucking on me harder than before. I couldn’t hold it back any longer and I exploded my first burst of cum into her mouth, as I collapsed my head back over her pussy. I carried on sucking on her pink pussy lips as I shot load after load into her warm throat, myself taking in all her womanly juices.

I rolled onto my side, but she wouldn’t let go of my cock and continued licking away until I softened in her mouth, which finally encouraged her to release me .

I made my way to the other side of the bed to lay beside Fiona, so I could see her face, which was looking more beautiful to me the more I saw it. I leaned over to her and kissed her, tasting a salty flavour on her lips, which was obviously caused by me. “Fiona, that was the best blow job I have ever received”, I honestly told her, implying that it wasn’t my first. “I’ll definitely take that as a compliment Jack, especially coming from you, a guy that’s probably been with dozens of woman.”.

“It may come as a surprise to you, but I  haven’t had that many sexual partners in my life”.
“Well yes, that does surprise me, You are a very attractive guy and a fantastic lover”. She leaned in again and met my lips with hers, this time probing her tongue into my mouth, kindly welcomed by me. Breaking our kiss, “I think your pretty special too, and I cant believe that you are single”, I told her, as I went back to kissing her. We continued kissing while she manoeuvred herself on top of my, her nipples pointing through the thin fabric of her gown and rubbing against my chest as my hands eagerly returned to her ass.

Just then, I heard a car pull up outside and I could hear familiar voices. “Shit that’s my parents, there home early”, I said as I jumped off the bed and started frantically searching for my trousers. Fiona was in shock too and her face had turned very pale.

I had to think fast. “Go into my room and pretend you are asleep and I’ll tell my parents that you came over hear cause you were not feeling to good”. Basically I was going to say a lot of bullshit to them. I knew that my keys were on the front door and that it was looked, so they wouldn't be able to get in until I opened for them, which would give me a little more time. 
We straightened out the bedroom and I ran down the stairs to the kitchen as Fiona made her way to me bedroom. I heard the knock on the door, but I needed to put on my shirt that was laying on the kitchen floor. More knocking on the door, as I was buttoning up my shirt on the way to greet my parents. 

“Well its about time son, I thought you was going to leave us standing out here all night long”, my dad said. I hugged my mom as she entered and quizzed them about why they were home 2 days earlier than planned. “aren’t you glad to see us then ?”, my mom wondered. I told how it was good to see them, but I was just surprised to see them. This is when I thought I should tell them about Fiona staying over. 

“Mom, I think you should know that Fiona is upstairs in my bedroom asleep. I found her here tonight when I returned from this party I was at and she seemed a little drunk, so I told her to stay over while she sobered up, hope it was the right thing to do”. “You did the right thing Jack, maybe I should go upstairs and check on her, to make sure she is okay.” I told her that I had just checked in on her and that she was fast asleep. We talked for a little while longer then we all decided to call it a night and to talk more in the morning. “Good night the Jack”, my parents told me. “Yes, good night”. And with that we all went to bed, well I went to my couch in the lounge.

It looks like I had gotten away with it, my parents didn’t suspect a thing and that’s how I wanted things to stay.

I couldn’t really get to sleep at first, I was thinking too much about Fiona and the fact that she was lying upstairs in my bed all alone. 

After what seemed like hours I must have finally drifted off, only to be woken by voices coming from the kitchen. It was now morning and I had slept for about 10 hours, even if it only felt like 8 minutes. The voices in the kitchen were my moms and Fiona’s. 

“Good morning sleeping beauty”, Fiona said, as I sat down opposite her at the kitchen table, in only my boxer shorts. “Its about time you woke up, you’ve been asleep all morning”, my mother nagged. “I guess I was just worn out by the late night”, I replied, smiling at Fiona. 

Just from looking at Fiona I instantly felt my cock begin to stitch in my shorts and this worried me because I didn’t want my mom to catch me in this embarrassing situation. “I think its time that I got washed and dressed”, I said as I rose form my seat and made my way upstairs. I heard my mom shouting as I left that she was about to go shopping and would be back in  about an hour. “Make sure that you take care of Fiona while I’m gone”, she finally said as I heard the door close shut. Damn right I’ll take care of her I thought to myself. 

In the bathroom I shut the door closed behind me, but made sure that it was unlocked, just in case someone decides to come in. 

Once I was in the shower I began to stroke myself while thinking about the way me and Fiona fucked the night before, the way she made me feel and the satisfaction that I gave to her. I rubbed soap back and forth over my crotch, watching my cock grow as I did so and I obviously didn’t hear the door open as the shower curtain was pulled open, revealing a naked Fiona in all her glory.

She looked my body up and down, fixing her gaze for some time on my very erect cock the returned to look me in the eyes. “I thought your mother told you to take care of me”, she said smiling at me. I looked her over, as she had done to me, and said, “why don’t you take care of this”, looking down at my soaped up cock.

“With pleasure”, is all she said, as she stepped into the shower with me and replaced my hand with her own around my cock and began to stroke me.

My mouth let out a moan which she covered with her lips and she forced her tongue hungrily into me. She began jerking at my cock with more speed as I moved my mouth to her neck, then slowly licking my way down to her small perk breasts. I pushed her back against the wall and started pulling on her nipples with my teeth while my right hand now firmly tickling her pubic region, my fingers brushing aside her hair and trying to find her clit.

She released her tight grip from my cock and put 1 hand on my neck and the other on top of my hand, pushing my fingers deeper inside her. I carried on fingering her and biting on her nipples until she started yelling. “Yes, that’s the spot, keep doing it like that, faster, mmm”. I loved hearing her like this, it turned me on like crazy seeing her having an orgasm this hard.

“I need to fuck you now Fiona”, I told her, and in 1 motion turned her around and pushed her harder against the wall and moved in behind her. She was moaning like crazy now and she wanted me inside her fast. I grabbed hold of my throbbing cock and began rubbing it against her pussy lips, back and forth, feeling her pussy juices soaking the head of my cock and acting as a lubricant helping me to slam into her in 1 very hard stroke. She jolted forward with my first stroke and I continued fucking her with this same pace, penetrating her with long, deep thrusts, with me leaning over her shoulder and nibbling on her ear lobes for extra pleasure.

We fucked in this position for several minutes and I could feel the pressure building inside me and with that I began to cum into her, giving her everything I had to give in my body. She even carried on thrusting her self back harder against me as I was exploding into her and talking to me at the same time. “that’s it stud, give me all you’ve got, burry your seed into my pussy”. She was a cock hungry whore that had been let of her leash, but she was my whore and I was loving every second of it.

I was Cumming for what seemed like forever, I thought I would never stop.

The moment I released my tired cock from her, she turned around and bent down and took me into her mouth, sucking on my limp cum drenched cock. i thought I was going to faint, I was feeling weak and had to kneel against the wall with my hands to hold my self upright as Fiona tried to suck me back to my full erect size.

She was bobbing her head up and down on my now almost fully erect cock and holding on to my ass cheeks, pulling me closer to her face, trying to swallow me. 

I felt that build up again and knew I was close, so I started fucking her mouth as hard as I could tell I came with force, causing her to almost choke at the same time. Fiona was gagging, but she wouldn’t let my cock loose from her mouth until I had been completely drained.

We both didn’t say a word, she just remained on her knee’s panting and I remained leaning against the wall trying to get my breath, which she had just taken away, back.

I knew that my parents would probably be back pretty soon, so we finished off our shower together and we dressed each other and made our way back to the lounge, just in time to see my parents car pull up in the driveway.



Family Friend Ch. 02



Chapter 2: The Trip

Cindy and I had made arrangements to take a road trip out to San Francisco for Labor Day. The idea was that we were going to take off work on Friday and make it into a four day weekend. Cindy suggested that we pick up our friend David along the way to share the driving as well as getting him out of town for a bit. We gave him a call and everything was all set.

We left really early on Friday and got to David's place around 7am. He was ready and waiting so it was off to San Francisco for us! We picked up some breakfast and headed out I-40 heading west. As the morning turned toward noon, Cindy said she was getting pretty warm in her early morning clothes. She reached into the backend of the SUV and got out a light top and shorts. With nary a thought, she proceeded to take off her heavy shirt and jeans and put the cooler clothes on. We both gave her looks and she just wiggled her chest and asked if we really truly minded so much. It was going to be a good trip.

It is about 12 hours to San Francisco so we got there late in the evening. I didn't see the need to spend the extra money for two rooms so had booked a room with two beds figuring that it wouldn't be any big deal. When Cindy found out, she pouted a bit figuring that she would have to keep things down. David just shrugged his shoulders and said he was fine. We went up to the room to unpack and change for dinner. Cindy said she wanted a quick shower so she jumped in the bathroom while we unloaded the suitcases. After a bit, she came out wrapped in a towel and I went in to clean up.

When I came out, David rushed past me to get his turn. Cindy was already dressed and was putting on her makeup. I guess you can say she was dressed as she was indeed covered but it was pretty obvious that all she was wearing was the thin sundress. She looked terrific and was obviously looking to please. I asked her what David was up to and she just said something came up and he needed to use the bathroom. She smiled and turned back to the mirror.

Soon we left to walk around the wharf and get some food. Cindy was quite attentive to us both and she clearly enjoyed the attention she was getting as well. Often times, she skipped ahead of us to take in the sites or climb up on an outcropping. Of course when she did this, her dress would fly up showing off her wonderful body. David or I each took our turns lifting her down which gained nice kisses of thanks. It was a wonderful evening and we didn't want it to end.

Getting close to midnight, we headed back to the room. We picked up a bottle of wine before going back up to cap off the evening. Once in the room, we shucked off our shoes and cracked open the wine. We toasted to our friendship and relaxed from the day's events while watching some late night talk show. I had driven most of the trip so I was bushed and told them that I needed to hit the pillow. Cindy and David were still a bit wound up so I told them to keep the TV down low and I crashed on the bed farthest away.

I woke up with the daylight the next morning and found that they had decided to leave me alone and had slept together in the other bed. David had his arms wrapped around Cindy with his hand cupping her breast. She looked very peaceful. I got up to use the bathroom but when I got back, Cindy had come back to my bed. As I crawled back under the covers, she said she was sorry but that she had just gotten so relaxed that they pealed off their clothes and had gone to sleep together. She said nothing had happened but that it was nice to feel his body next to hers. I just kissed her and pulled her tight against my chest. She reached down and pulled my cock toward her and lined it up to enter her. Just a slight twist of the hips and I was feeling her softness as we made gentle love. It was not long that I felt it was time to release and proceeded to fill her up with my cum. We held each other and drifted back for a few more minutes of sleep.

I woke up with David shaking my shoulder saying he was hungry and if we waited much longer, it would be lunch rather than breakfast. Cindy and I both got up and took our showers. We were all unconcerned about our nudity and got dressed together and went off to seek some much needed coffee.

Around the table, we talked a bit about last night. David was concerned that I would be upset but I quickly stopped him. I told him that I loved Cindy very much but I also was concerned that he did not have someone to share his experiences with like I did. I had seen how he had really relaxed and opened up last night when we went out on the town. The look on his face when he was sleeping with Cindy was also one of a fulfilled peace. When Cindy came to me this morning and we made love, I knew that I didn't have anything to worry about. David, I said, I want you to enjoy the rest of this weekend fully. Cindy, I would like you to be with David just the way you are with me. I want you to treat him as your lover and comfort him in every way. We have all time together, this weekend is for him and you.

David just kind of stared but Cindy came over to me and held me while she kissed me deeply. As our kiss broke, she whispered thanks and went over to David. She then held him and kissed him as well. She lifted her voice to his ear and said that she felt the same way and that if he wanted her, she was his for now.

The rest of the day became a blur. Nothing had really changed but now Cindy walked more with David than me. She did some clothes shopping but when she went back to try them on, she motioned for David to come with her. When we walked along the pier that evening, it was David's hand she was holding.

When we retired for the evening, Cindy came over to me and kissed me long and deep. She laid me back on the bed and brought my cock to its fullest extent. Cindy then leaned down and kissed me all up and down my shaft. She took me into her mouth and suckled me so gently. I was so turned on that I did not last long and exploded down her throat. She captured every drop and let my softening penis pop out from between her lips. After a brief moment, she moved up beside me and said she will be back but for now, she wanted to be with David.

David had watched the magnificent blow job and welcomed Cindy to his arms. It was my turn to watch as they held each other close and prepared to make love. David reached down and took Cindy's breasts in his hands, moving them only to be replaced by his lips on her nipples. The hardened nubs strained to reach up to him and were relieved as his tongue latched around them. Her legs wrapped his between them so she would feel the pressure on her pussy. Soon, he moved his attention to her center and began to stoke her clit with his hot wet tongue. She arched her back to force it harder and had her first climax of the night. David dutifully lapped up her juices and held her until her pulsations relaxed. He then moved back up her body and brought his hardened cock to the entrance of her womanhood. They held each other as he inserted deep within her and filled her with a gentle rocking motion. The same as I had not been able to control myself a few minutes earlier, David was soon to unleash his pent up demand. As he rose to his climax, Cindy felt the onrush and they came powerfully together. The spasms seemed to go on forever but then relaxed into a calm serenity.

I had never seen two people make love this close and so very personal. I did not feel betrayed nor on the outside. This was just two of my closest friends, my wife and my buddy, taking care of unfulfilled needs. It was wonderful and I fell asleep with a lighted heart.